Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Is Lois Lane's Final Question?

Will You Marry Me?

As soon as the words came out of the impregnated woman's mouth, a shot of worry cracked her post-coital haze. She hadn't framed the question in such a way that the result was guaranteed. Blaze had a chance to say no.

Cold fear seized Lois Lane's heart. She had promised her pussy to Blaze at any time...she was addicted to impregnation...and she was already hideously, unbelievably pregnant with twelve embryos. Yet now she was at the demonic dickgirl's mercy. If Blaze said no...

What the hell will I do? Lois asked herself. But she didn't have an answer. Whatever changes the magic had wrought on her body and mind, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter didn't think she could live without Blaze's cock.

For a moment, it seemed like Lois Lane stood at the nexus of a thousand paths. She stared out at all the possible futures that fate could hold in store. In some of them, she saw herself kissing Superman, one hand on her swollen stomach. In another, a big-bellied Lois walked the streets in clear heels, miniskirt not concealing her lack of underwear, fishing for tricks on the edges of Suicide Slum. In a few, she was in the showing, holding her flat stomach and crying, blood running out of her vagina...

In most of them, Lois was bent over, getting fucked. Rivulets of cum ran down her legs, personally permanently flowing with spunk. A part of her yearned for that. The futures wavered, shifted.

One by one the paths seemed to darken and fade away. The futures with Superman faded quickly...and then the futures where she aborted or lost the babies. Lois Lane's breath caught in her throat as she saw all the different ways that things could go...and it was always Lois and Blaze, Blaze and Lois. Sometimes they were dressed in white, two women emerging from a church; sometimes they were dressed in black, a Satanic priest serving a black mass off a naked woman. In more than a few, Lois was a ****, a concubine, a personal whore.

Two futures were left. The pregnant woman's heart froze. It all depended on Blaze's answer to this next question...to raise her high or drive her low...and as Lois felt the dampness running down her legs, she honestly didn't know which she would prefer.